Sunday, May 17, 2015

THE YARDS      [Stefanie Bennett]
Hubris has its own analytical
Empty hammock
That commands
A regency affair –,
Impeccable lawn
And hedge height –,
In-ground pond
And systematic lolly-water
Nightshade salad greens
And what-nots...
Sipping an imagined
Rose’, humbuggery’s
Is a cane-toad gnome
That croaks
A recreated
Folksy rumour
As poverty’s daylight
The fringes...
The soak-holes.

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...